A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at 3:10

the one who picked the name for his

was a simple building with windows that had a

so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow

if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made

almost

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the doctor

behind him with a glass of

medicine,” Peter

he had not

outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

nose twitched when he

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the

also her favorite food,”

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

to fumble

he stopped

thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

I better not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia too much

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You

him

bed, and a nurse came in

Mark

weaker and weaker until he

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

doctor had almost given up

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than

him with a glass of water and medicine in

medicine,” Peter reminded him

he had

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today

nose twitched when

the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,”

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the

he began to

he stopped and shook his

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

I better not call her,” he said

have to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

medicines from him and swallowed them without

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

she was done, Mark looked sideways

got weaker and weaker until he finally

This time, he

where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

much like

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

this Cecilia in his

stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t

point,

hospital room were white, just

closed his eyes

felt he needed

over

probably gone to buy the

nurse was in the

to return home. He missed his home

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used

he knew he couldn’t change anything for

would never give up as

he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

was determined to stay strong and fight

finding it difficult to go

he sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much

when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

said he wanted to go there

trembled

Peter came back

had run into a snowstorm on his way, so he

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

the paper planes Mark had been

planes and smiled at him, “Okay

have some of

Mark only actually took a Little

more than a

mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes and

back home and have a family reunion,” he

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you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he

it, Mark’s phone rang.

now, it was around 4 a.m. in

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

misses you,”

into a

boy,”

phone. It

voice sounded

“Cecilia gave birth to a

to a girl that had been

in which Mark held the phone trembled so

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no

the emotional entanglement

of his

Mark sniffed and

never even dared

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words

“What happened?” he asked.

edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter

hear this and he did a fist pump in

he said

on the first day of

stroke

wanted to fly back home to see Cecilia and

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